Friday was a long day. It was raining. I hate rain. I felt awkward talking to her in the morning. There’s so much I want to say to her but I’m not sure if it’d be right to, if it’d just make the situation more awkward. I got the highest test grade, but I didn’t get an A, which I was pretty bummed about. She wasn’t even close to me, which made me mad at her. She has so much potential. As the day finally ended after our resiliency briefing, I tried out for the basketball team. If I had only made the other tryouts I probably would have made the team, it sucks being short. Afterwards Pickrel & I went out to find a battery for his tuner then we ate at this Thai restaurant. Of course it was good. When we got back to the squadron he spent the rest of the night teaching me the ukulele. I can actually play something. It’s cool haha.
Today went pretty smooth. Nothing big. Tried getting my tattoo done but he rescheduled til next week. I ate at this cafe for lunch, it wasn’t that great, not going back there. I don’t like going to things unless I’m directly invited. I took Pickrel & Guillot to Santa Cruz for a ska show. When I came back, I showered, dressed myself up like I was going on a date, and ate dinner alone, haha. Il Vecchi, an Italian restaurant down in Pacific Grove. I had a polenta with Gorgonzola cream sauce with their house unoaked chardonnay. After, I had filet mignon and a Pinot Noir from Napa. It went perfect together. The atmosphere of the place was really nice, but my waitress sucked ass. The hostess was really nice though, I wanted to tell her she had a wonderful smile, but I couldn’t find her when she was leaving. I also told a worker I liked his hair, he seemed really happy after that haha. Went back to the dorm to take a nap before I picked them up from the ska show. Now I’m here. Wondering why she texted me at dinner still. No not really. I just can’t stop thinking about her. It’s the little things man. Fuck. Well, let’s hope my Sunday goes as usual. Night.
